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I::I . :'. ..I. =- "On E "W-ell Se:t-;;labk!, II AJIVI E RIC .-..I CHARMING eltamher to5:(,""- u' .L 1m Extremely livable apartment with South and West exposure case- ment windows, venetian blinds. 2 Rooms and Kitchen . $960 Also 3 and 4 Rooms from $lJOO 404 EAST 59th ST. Management 0/ DcuglasL.EllimanEi C 15 E. 49th St. PLaza 3.9200 white moustache stood behind the coun- ter looking at us. Marty said, (CThis is a friend of mine, come in to see me, Otto." Otto nodded his head, not much in- terested, but I went over and shook hands with him. I even introduced myself by my name, and Marty said, (CHis name is Otto. He runs the joint here. Ain't that right, Otto?" Otto said, "Y ah." Marty got his key and we went up another flight, down a lonely hall, and through the door which he unlocked. His room was small. It had two win- dows, with black shades drawn all the way down. The walls were covered with old paper, an almost indistinguish- ahle design of pink roses. There was a single hed of white iron, covered with a dingy-looking counterpane, and fac- ing it was a low, old-fashioned bureau with many stains on its top. An oak rocking-chair stood between the win- dows and there was one other chaIr with a papier-mâché bottom. Marty had an old suitcase stuck under the bed and several articles of clothing hung from hooks in the wall. There were no pictures, no books, no newspapers in the room, and the floor was covered wIth two grey rugs. I said, "How long have you lived here? " "Two years," he answered. "Not so bad, hunh?" "Pretty cozy," I said. In two years he had not put a vestige of his per- sonality within those four walls. He might have arrived in the room the day bt- fore. "When I was )) h . d " I young, e saI, llsed to cut pictures out of the lnagazines- chorus girls and things like that-and hang them on the wall. Rut I'm all past that now." I asked him how In uch he paid for the room. He said that he had specIal terms, four dollars a week. It was my idea to find out what sort of people besides Marty lived in the hotel, and so [said to him, "Look here. Let's go down to Otto. ['11 buy the drinks if you two birds will sit there dud tell me about the people when they come in." "Now wait a minute," he said. "You've already put yourself down for my dinner. I don't want you to get in too deep on a thing like this. Money is money." I made that all right with him, and we went down to see OttÇ>. He was stilJ standing there, melancholy. Mar- ty himself had to go out and get the quart. There wasn't any boy to send. \Vhile he was gone Otto and I just stood there, leaning on the counter, not getting along very well. But Otto warmed up after the first one-after Marty had come back with the quart and we had downed three shots of it out of queer little glasses, very fancy, with red stems. Otto spoke with a thick German ac- cent, but I never could do dialect stories. "This is a comedown for me," he said. "A big comedown, I can tell you." Marty said, "Sure. Otto was carded to be a big shot in the hotel business." "I came over here when I was a boy," Otto said. "From Switzerland, I came. My father was a hotel man, and I was out to learn the American hotel business, then go back, then run things when my father pa5sed on. But something happened." He just kept shaking his head when I insisted on knowing what had hap- pened, and Marty said, "Not to him. It didn't happen to him. To his old man. Back in Switzerland, during the war. " It never was possible to find out what had happened. They left me with the vague notion that perhaps the father had been too thick with the Germans, spying or something like that, and got caught at it. I never got beyond that nebu- lous understanding of the matter, hut it was A tragedy and it had disgrace Inixed up in it scnnehow. ("So, you see!" Ot- to said. Ii e spread his han ds to envelop the gloomy chamber in a gesture, and for a single breath I saw him as he liked to see himself: in a big marble lobby, with potted palms and with gilded capitals ùn the COllUl11lS, bowing and rubbing his hands and Inaking himself hospitable to prime ministers. -. .' - . . -7/#'// /ß .,.. , ' A ,r \ \h' . /,\ ,,\ r \, .&1 I \ I r" /\ 'J /' jill' ':: ", ? .; I':" ' I I : < ' , II ' \ ' ' '.. .... .' ;:il(\j II I' r : , 11 f ' . ,(,, \ ,f ill " /}<"r /" ., / / --- ;_1:-........ . 'fA. A LEAN woman came up the steps. Her cheeks were heavy with rouge and her dress was very long. An old plume of some sort was in her hat and beneath the hat her old eyes were gEt- tering. " G d . ] " h 00 evenIng, gent emen, s e